hair

We carry the weight of our past with us everywhere we go. Literally with the hair resting on our shoulders, the length of our finger nails and the skin on our arms. I wonder if this is why I always feel so much better when I shave my legs at the end of the week; I erase the past from my current existence, as I let the week flow down the drain. 

The person I once was still remains in the fried dead ends of my hair. Noticeable growth of a new being rests in my roots. How you act today will be written in your beauty for years to come.